The corner gives the wooden martial arts master, whose martial arts are equivalent to a harem.

"You have the right to die by my hand."

Ling Feixing could already see the killing move that was about to be made.

but,

With his killing move controlled at will, just before he was about to strike, Feng Yuxiu suddenly reversed his aggressive approach and retreated, moving away from Ling Feixing.

The needle landed a short distance from where Feng Yuxiu was standing.

If we could do a trajectory analysis, we could determine that the needle landed in Feng Yuxiu's ear canal.

Calling it a needle would be an exaggeration, as it was about the length and thickness of an adult's middle finger.

If it can be driven into the ear canal, it can destroy the brain.

Although the goal of killing was not achieved, the objective of attacking the enemy and forcing them to defend themselves was accomplished.

This flying needle has already indicated one fact: the arrival of reinforcements.

The ancient legend lamented that his cultivation was not yet complete, and although he was somewhat slow to react, he still noticed the changes in the situation.

Those were the arrivals of more than a dozen different auras.

In the blink of an eye, a dozen figures rapidly approached from afar, surrounding the area around the well. However, before they could seal off the path belonging to someone, Feng Yuxiu seized the opportunity to break through.

He moved swiftly and decisively, throwing punches and kicks, fighting and retreating without hesitation.

He is fearless in one-on-one situations, and even welcomes them, but when facing multiple opponents, especially those who are all powerful warriors, he will weigh the pros and cons.

As they traveled further and further into the mountains, Feng Yuxiu and his reinforcements had already penetrated deep into the mountains.

The mountainous region of southern Anhui is naturally mountainous, and for skilled martial artists, the mountains and forests are the perfect environment to easily wipe out a fully armed squad.

For martial artists, the mountains and forests are the best environment for continuous escape, as having mountains and water means they will never have to worry about food and drink.

What will become of Feng Yuxiu in the future has become an ambiguous question; the most important thing right now is the situation of the losers.

The police car arrived late, sirens blaring, followed closely by an ambulance. The arrival of the ambulance brought a sense of relief.

Looking at Ling Feixing again, she was being supported by a woman who looked much older.

She did lose, but thankfully she survived.

"Xiao Ling, are you alright?" The female martial artist raised her hand to feel the bones, discerning some basic grappling skills, and then took the pulse and examined the body.

Gu Chuanhen hurriedly walked a few steps and ran up to Ling Feixing. His still-childish face looked like a spilled palette.

Black, dark blue, gloomy, worried, resentful, angry, depressed, yearning, purple, white... all tangled together, bound and intertwined into an unbreakable knot.

"I almost got beaten to death right in front of you, how embarrassing." Ling Feixing chuckled self-deprecatingly, then patted Gu Chuanhen's head with his uninjured hand. "Don't worry about me, I won't die."

"I don't think losing is shameful, and I'm very worried about you." Gu Chuanhen gently covered Ling Feixing's hand, greedily seeking the warmth of a living person.

"It's good that you're not dead. I'm all alone here, in a place I don't know anyone, and I don't even know how to cook..." he thought to himself, not being honest.

The female martial artist supporting Ling Feixing looked at Gu Chuanhen with a strange gaze, pondering to herself.

"Should I not be here? Does this kid have a bit of a sister complex?"

···

From Feng Yuxiu's arrival to Ling Feixing's departure from the hospital, less than a day had passed, and it wasn't even dark when they returned to their mountain residence.

While in the hospital, Gu Chuanhen overheard Ling Feixing's conversation with other martial artists.

The gist of the story is that Feng Yuxiu began his perilous journey three days ago, a journey that would determine who was superior and who would live or die. In those three days, excluding the time spent traveling, he had already killed two martial artists of the same level as him.

No one knows why he did this. All that is known is that he used to be a martial arts fanatic, widowed early in life, and his only child died in an accident last month.

Perhaps that's the reason? Alone in the world, with no other ties, one can even disregard life and death.

Gu Chuanhen couldn't understand it, and didn't want to understand it for the time being; right now, he was only worried about Ling Feixing's injuries.

Based on the hospital examination and the female martial artist's diagnosis, Fei Xing's injuries were not minor, but they were not life-threatening. He only needed to rest for a long time and eat some nourishing foods.

Of course, those who possess the [Secret Fist] in this world cannot be compared to ordinary people.

The "flesh paste" that was blasted open in the rectus abdominis muscle by the Beng Quan has been surgically removed. For ordinary people, lost muscle cannot be replaced, but for martial artists who have practiced the Secret Fist and been modified by it, it is an area that is easy to recover from. The arm that was shaken by the force blocked the blood vessels and blocked the blood flow. It can be cleared. The bones can be reset. In short, these injuries look serious, but they only affect the fight. As long as the person is still alive after the fight, there will be enough time for the injuries to heal completely.

Internal injuries, however, require other methods to heal. For those skilled in martial arts, internal energy is also a crucial tool for treating internal injuries. It sounds similar to the internal energy in martial arts novels.

Yes, in this world with the [Secret Fist], those who possess divine martial arts cannot be compared to ordinary people.

After leaving the hospital, Ling Feixing was full of energy and announced today's teaching plan with a strong voice.

See? Those who master the secret fist techniques and become divine warriors cannot be judged by ordinary standards, right?

"Let's consider Feng Yuxiu's matter settled for now. Xiao Gu, before it gets dark, I'll teach you the twelve major moves of Pi Gua." Ling Feixing, full of teacherly virtue, didn't care about his injuries at all.

The teacher, who deeply respected his teacher, raised his hand and asked, "Teacher, before we learn the twelve major routines, may I ask you a question?"

Ling Feixing asked, puzzled, "Hmm? What's the problem?"

"Why do you usually make me call you teacher, but when you stand in front of me you call me your disciple? I understand the difference between the terms 'student' and 'disciple'."

Gu Chuanhen's words were clearly a straightforward statement, but Ling Feixing found them somewhat aggressive.

She blushed slightly and turned her head away, unconsciously scratching her temple.

"Ah, this name, this, this, um, this, this name, ah, um..."

She's like a stutterer.

Gu Chuanhen leaned close to Ling Feixing and carefully observed her face from the side. Then, with astonishing wisdom, he uttered some outrageous words.

"Oh dear? Are you blushing, teacher?"

Teacher Ling suddenly turned her head, and Xiao Gu could see that the blush on Xiao Fei's cheeks was slowly fading.

She gave a serious introduction to Gu Chuanhen.

"The Twelve Major Formations are both training methods and fighting techniques. They are divided into single and double chopping strikes, hawk piercing the forest, five thunderbolts striking backwards, black dragon coiling strikes, etc."

The transition was really abrupt.

But now that the teacher is being serious, the students should naturally take it seriously too.

He listened attentively and took a good look at the treated injuries.

The battered older sister before him and the martial artist who stood in front of him to protect him were the same person.

She was powerful, like a mountain blocking her way, yet she was also weak and needed someone to support her from behind.

"Teacher Ling, I will fight for you with my life," Gu Chuanhen muttered. He thought only he could hear him.

Although his relationship with Ling Feixing was merely that of master and disciple, that was enough to justify risking his life for her.

"Huh? You'd risk your life for this person for this reason? Is your life so cheap? Would she even want it? Seriously—"

Please, the way she looks at me is like I'm a priceless treasure! I mean so much to her, what reason do I have not to fight for her?!

Teacher Ling was just lucky to escape with her life today; she might not be so lucky next time.

If there really is a next time, then we must acquire enough power before the next time comes.

Fortunately, the pace won't be slow, because with the cheat system in place, as long as you master the basics, you can master these martial arts techniques.

Suddenly, the golden finger (a metaphor for a powerful, insightful character) switched gears and began describing the inner thoughts of Gu Chuanhen, who played two roles and asked and answered his own questions. The inner thoughts of a sixteen-year-old teenager are always so rich.

"Using 'Golden Finger' all the time is too generic. Since it's a Galgame-style game—how about 'Gala Give Wood'? Let's simplify it to 'Gala.' Okay, that's settled." Gu Chuanhen looked at the slapstick text and muttered to himself. He was gradually getting used to these slapstick texts.

Because of his inner turmoil, the boy failed to notice Ling Feixing's unusual behavior.

Her eyes darted around, and her voice paused for a moment before returning to normal. She heard it.

After introducing the twelve major groups, Ling Feixing coughed lightly and continued.

"This is one of the twelve major moves. There are also other twelve major moves such as the big step, one two three, iron broom... and the clasped hands; there are also other twelve major moves such as the wind-waving hand, the lightning hand, the goose-entwining hand... and the twelve horizontal moves."

Xiao Gu's gaze began to show a hint of inquiry. Taking advantage of Ling Feixing's light cough, he raised his hand and asked a question.

"So, how many sets of twelve are there exactly?" He sounded like the martial arts champion from "Flirting Scholar" asking, "And—where can I buy them?"

"Six." Ling Feixing raised his thumb and pinky finger and waved them near his ear, as if making a gesture of "making a phone call with a landline receiver."

"Do I have to learn them all?" "Yes, you have to learn them all."

6 times 12 is... how do you multiply that? Ah, I know, 36 plus 36, hmm, that's seventy-two.

Seventy-two movements—that's far more than the Bajiquan Xiaojia style.

Gu Chuan sighed, "Let's train! Who can be faster than me? My ship is famous for its speed!"

Ling Feixing smiled broadly, amused by Gu Chuanhen's sigh and the subtle, powerful way he spoke.

"It looks like a lot, right? But actually, the content of the twelve major routines is the same. Many of the names may seem different, but the actual content is similar. Their common purpose is to let you experience the power generation, movements, and footwork of Pi Gua. The key is to make your body suitable for Pi Gua. After all, people practice martial arts, and martial arts also train people."

It may seem like a lot, which may lead to slow progress at first; but once you get the hang of it, you'll make rapid progress like learning ten things from one.

Besides, don't you think the number seventy-two has a very classical meaning?

The older sister looked at the boy with a smile.

"The Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends?" For a moment, the only thought that came to mind was, "Let's go! You have them, I have them, we all have them!"

"It's the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Transformations, or simply put, the Seventy-Two Transformations." Ling Feixing's eyes were gentle, filled with Gu Chuanhen's sudden realization.

So, who is the master of the Seventy-Two Transformations, making it a household name?

The song in the boy's mind suddenly changed to "How many demons live in the piano! How many monsters live in the mailbox! Why are there so many ghosts and monsters!?" and "Wait wait wait wait wait wait~ Diu diu diu~ (Cloud Palace Xunyin)"

"When you have mastered the seventy-two styles, the seventy-third style that comes from them is a variety of secret fist techniques, such as the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill for training, the Mountain-Catching Whip for striking, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Divine Edge for striking, and the Erlang Mountain-Splitting Technique for striking. These secret fist techniques together constitute the seventy-third style."

Do you understand now? The connection that the older generation of martial artists attributed to the art of splitting the blade was Erlang Shen.

The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts come from "Investiture of the Gods". The Mountain-Driving Whip is Erlang Shen's magic weapon, and the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Divine Blade is a weapon. The story of Erlang splitting the mountain is that Erlang Shen split the mountain to save his mother. Of course, this story was later incorporated into the story of Chenxiang saving his mother. However, there is one thing that the ancients did not understand.

"Teacher Ling, I don't understand. If the 'Splitting the Hexagram' is related to Erlang Shen, then wouldn't the Great Sage splitting the hexagram become the Great Sage and Erlang Shen? I thought these two were not on good terms from the beginning."

"As the story goes, the Great Sage and Erlang Shen were not on good terms at first, but don't forget that Erlang Shen came to help when fighting the Nine-Headed Insect, and Sun Wukong respectfully called Erlang Shen 'elder brother'."

However, from the perspective of the I Ching, the two are actually complementary.

"What does that mean?" This is where Gu Chuanhen's knowledge went wrong.

Ling Feixing patiently explained, "Erlang Shen's weapon is the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Divine Blade. The 'three points' represent the odd number of Yang, signifying the Qian trigram, while the 'two blades' represent the even number of Yin, signifying the Kun trigram. Because the three points are in front, the Qian trigram is on top, and the two blades are behind, signifying the Kun trigram below. The hexagram is Qian above and Kun below, representing the disharmony between Heaven and Earth. This hexagram symbolizes misfortune. So, what does this 'misfortune' correspond to?"

"It's the Great Sage." Gu Chuanhen knew perfectly well who Erlang Shen was looking for trouble with.

Ling Feixing nodded slightly. She thought to herself that if Gu Chuanhen didn't even know the classic plays, then she really had to consider whether he was a spy.

"That's right. After Erlang Shen went to cause trouble for the Great Sage, the two of them got itchy and started to fight. However, it's more accurate to say they fought over transformation techniques rather than magic." Then, he had Fei Xing tap his forehead and pick out the description from the original text from his memory.

Erlang Shen transformed into a figure ten thousand feet tall, wielding a three-pointed, double-edged divine sword in both hands. With a blue face, fangs, and crimson hair, he fiercely glared at the Great Sage and prepared to strike. The Great Sage, his appearance identical to Erlang Shen's, raised a Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff) to block Erlang Shen's attack. The two fought fiercely, each displaying their supernatural powers, neither gaining the upper hand.

Because the two sides were evenly matched, the situation began to change rapidly. In this rapid change, even the ominous signs of adversity began to turn around.

The hexagram "Piao" corresponds to "Tai", which is the hexagram of Earth over Heaven. Therefore, although "Piao" is an ominous sign, it has room for change.

The fighting spirit represents the cyclical changes between the concepts of "opposition" and "peace."

Now, what do the Pi (否) and Tai (泰) hexagrams have in common?

She asked the question with great interest.

He gave his answer without hesitation.

"There's more to it than meets the eye."

Upon hearing the answer, Fei Xing nodded in satisfaction and began to explain it in a very logical and reasonable manner.

"Yes, if we set aside the surface and analyze the inner meaning, there is a universe within it. It's just that the different positions of the hexagrams represent opposite meanings. Isn't that interesting? But even if the meanings are similar, the underlying principles are interconnected."

The interaction or non-interaction of heaven and earth is merely a stage in the change of things. There will always be a transition from interaction to non-interaction, and then from non-interaction to interaction. The two will always transform into relative forms. Regardless of whether it was originally the Tai hexagram or the Pi hexagram, this cycle will eventually repeat itself.

Sun Wukong will be granted amnesty and sent to Heaven to tend horses, so the matter of attacking the Heavenly Palace will naturally be dropped; Erlang Shen has a bad relationship with the Jade Emperor, and since he is obedient to orders but not to summons, he might rebel at any time, right?

So, would Sun Wukong, who raises horses in the heavens, lose all his skills? No, because he is comparable to Erlang Shen, belonging to the 'God of War' of the Western Paradise.

If Erlang Shen were to betray the Heavenly Court and return to Guanjiangkou, establishing his own power base on Meishan Mountain, would he then become the "Great Sage Equal to Heaven" who wanted to fight his way back to the Heavenly Court?

If Sun Wukong had focused on raising horses, he and Erlang Shen would have been in harmony and balance, and their battle wouldn't have resulted in the sun and moon being obscured.

But if Sun Wukong and Erlang Shen fought side by side, then the world would be turned upside down. The internal and external war would overturn the Heavenly Court, causing chaos and destruction. Nezha might even join in, after all, Nezha's relationship with his father wasn't very good.

If the camps are opposed, then it becomes a transformation in the struggle, sometimes representing no, sometimes representing good.

Therefore, Erlang Shen and Sun Wukong are different manifestations of the same "principle," but they cannot be treated as two separate individuals simply because they have different manifestations.

Therefore, Sun Wukong is Erlang Shen, and Erlang Shen is Sun Wukong.

This is the hidden power within the Great Sage's Splitting Palm technique.

Is Sun Wukong the same as Erlang Shen? How could I have such a dream?

Erlang Shen is Sun Wukong? How could I have such a dream?

Would you find such an interpretation shocking?

Gu Chuanhen didn't find it shocking; he simply found this kind of edutainment very engaging. Knowledge flowed into his mind in an alternative form.

He can apply what he has learned to other situations.

"Oh! I get it! Qiao Ling'er is the Buddha! The Buddha is Qiao Ling'er!" The understanding was expressed in an alternative way.

Ling Feixing paused for a moment, tilting his head slightly. It's said that mammals tilt their heads when they encounter things they don't understand, and otters are no exception.

Is this right? Yes, yes. Ling Feixing thought to himself.

She thought for a moment and nodded slightly: "That's true."

Is this really right? No, no. Ling Feixing thought again.

She still felt something was amiss and spoke her mind.

"Xiao Gu, I have a copy of 'The Original Meaning of Journey to the West' on my bookshelf. Take a look when you have some free time... Never mind, you can start reading now. I'll give you a short break. Oh, and I'll make you Qiankun Roast Goose for dinner. What do you think?"

Qiankun Roast Goose is a dish with a hidden secret.

"I'll love anything you make, Teacher Ling," Gu Chuanhen said from the bottom of his heart.

"Tsk, you've got a honeyed tongue, haven't you?" Ling Feixing smacked her lips, her hair flying as she turned around.

But instead of going directly into the house, she turned around and approached Gu Chuanhen.

The beautiful, 26-year-old, 1.83-meter-tall female warrior bent down slightly.

The sixteen-year-old, 1.6-meter-tall, gentle, short boy stood frozen in place, not wanting to move at all.

She gently tapped Gu Chuanhen's forehead three times with her hand, much like the Bodhi Patriarch. However, Ling Feixing was the eldest sister, so she was the Bodhi Patriarch.

You need to understand the wisdom of our ancestors.

After leaving those words, she turned and went back inside.

Gu Chuanhen stood alone outside the door, touching the lingering warmth on his forehead.

Suddenly, Gala punched Mu Tiao in the face.

When Sun Wukong went to the Cave of the Crescent Moon and Three Stars to learn his skills, Patriarch Bodhi tapped the monkey's head three times, making Sun Wukong understand that he was to go to learn his skills in the middle of the night.

So what does it mean when Bodhi Sister instructed Feixing to lightly tap the first three times on the skinny little monkey Gu Chuanhen, who was about to practice the Great Sage's Chopping Kick?

Learning skills at midnight—hmm, the moon obscured by clouds, it's the middle of the night, so it should be the character for "county." The slanting moon and three stars above the cave form the character for "heart," and "county" above the heart makes it "suspended."

The three stars in the crescent moon are three dots. Just as flowers in a mirror and the moon in water are reflected in water, the dots in water are also water. Therefore, three dots represent water, and the three dots of water are the radical "氵". There is an old saying, "Of the three thousand weak waters, I only take a sip." The only character that can be combined with the radical is "弱" (weak). Therefore, this is the character "溺" (drowning).

Combining the two characters—悬溺? What does it mean? Ancient legends don't know.

You're so silly! "悬溺" is obviously a homophone for "喜欢你" (I like you) pronounced too quickly.

This is such a forced attempt to ship them.

"N-No, that's nonsense! What are you talking about?!"

I don't know if it's Gu Chuanhen speaking or Bajiquan speaking.

All that was known was that the boy's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

Although he didn't take the description of the corner to wood seriously, he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

"If only I could be liked by a beautiful older woman in the way that is romantic love between men and women, that would be wonderful."